Epilogue
It had been a year and a half since you and Bucky had agreed to take things slow, and things were going well. Some days it was still a struggle to talk to him, and at times you were still pissed he’d chosen to listen to Loki, but over time you’d come to accept he hadn’t done it because he didn’t love you, he was just an insecure ass. You still had a way to go, but things between you were truly looking up.
You were still living on Asgard with Aspen, but you traveled back to the city every other weekend to spend time with Bucky and the Avengers. On the weekends you weren’t there, Bucky came to Asgard. Going back and forth between the worlds all the time was hard on you both, but it was worth it. It allowed you guys the chance to truly take things slow - it’s hard for things to move fast when you’re living on different worlds during the week.
Your relationship with Loki was rocky at the start, but you were beginning to get better. He was back to being Aspen’s favorite uncle, although Clint was definitely gunning for the position. Loki was doing his best to give you as much space as you needed, and he had vowed never to pull any pranks like that ever again. You were willing to believe him on that one. You'd taken to joking with Thor that the two of you were going to start a support group called Siblings Traumatized By Loki, and Loki had apologized sheepishly every time it was mentioned.
As for Bucky and Loki’s relationship? They’d only recently reached the point where they could be in the same room as one another, and you considered that a big step in the right direction. You weren't a big fan of your family being at odds with one another, but you didn't exactly blame Bucky.
Aspen had become a holy terror. Bucky was wrapped around her little finger, and it made things difficult often times as he was too prone to spoiling her on the weekends. It had taken a while, but the two of you were finally figuring out the whole co-parenting thing and it was going better now that the two of you were on the same page about all of that stuff.
You were back on Midgard for the weekend, and Bucky had asked you to come with him on another date. You'd been happy to oblige, and Aspen’s self-professed favorite aunt, Nat, was taking advantage of the time to take her shopping.
Central Park was always one of your favorite places in Spring. The colorful blossoms lining the pathways gave the usually cold city a warm feel, and you adored it. The warm sunshine beating down you with the cool breeze blowing through was all you wanted, and you couldn't be happier. Bucky had managed to arrange for the two of you to have a picnic in the park, and while you'd teased him about being a big softie, it was honestly one of your favorite dates he had ever brought you on.
Your picnic had been interrupted by a frisbee almost hitting you in the head. You’d leaned back to catch it, and threw it back before turning to face Bucky again. A nervous smile lit up his face and in his hands lay your old engagement ring.
“Doll, will y-”
Before he could finish speaking, you’d wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.
“Yes! Yes, Bucky,” you mumbled against his lips, and he laughed, his hands resting on your hips and pulling you into his lap. The two of you remained like that for a while, the kiss lazy and comfortable and you only broke away when you finally decided that breathing was relatively important.
He slid the ring onto your finger, an excited grin lighting up his face as the two of you slowly fell into one another again. This time, you wouldn’t be so easy to part.